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“Yes. The tears in the veil are still occurring and a Light Fae family has been murdered. Deandra has demanded Amell use all his forces to patrol and we are arranging that now.”
“These are trivial matters to bring before the gods,” Cato says.
“That’s not why I’m here.” I turn my attention to him, making one last search of Zora’s eyes for something to hold on to. They’re blank. “I met with the Scryer. He has had visions that cause me concern.”
None of the gods flinch. They’ve seen a thousand apocalypses throughout the universe, so one lowly visionary won’t pique their interest.
“He said the tears in the veil are not based in motive to bring harm to Faere, but rather are a distraction. He said someone or something is rising to power and will eventually have more power than all the gods.”
Circe scoffs. “That’s ridiculous.”
I ignore her brush-off. It’s not my job to tell them how to act in the face of this news, only to relay it. “He also said whatever is coming will be catastrophic.”
“There is nothing more powerful than the five beings before you,” Onyx says with confidence.
“Maybe,” I say with a respectful tone. “Maybe not. I’m reporting what he told me. He also said time is of the essence. He had no context for that, merely a feeling. If you have any inkling what this could be, I urge you not to ignore it.”
Veda steps forward. “Do you have an idea of what it could be?”
“No,” I reply. “But I would look to those who have the potential to want that type of power.”
“Amell,” Circe says confidently. “Zora gave him too much power, and now he wants more.”
Zora gasps and whirls on Circe. “He wouldn’t. He didn’t want the power I gave him or the rule of the Underworld.”
“But he commands all the Dark Fae,” Onyx muses. “And they are full of evil intent.”
“And he reigns over the Crimson River,” Cato adds. “That’s a weapon in and of itself.”
“It’s not Amell,” Zora snaps.
“What about a coup by the demigods?” Veda suggests.
They argue, Onyx and Circe convinced Amell is making a power move, Zora heatedly defending him, and Veda and Cato trying to interject reasoning.
“What about Rune?” I ask. I don’t yell it, but the power of my words causes them all to turn to me, shock on their faces.
“Rune?” Circe asks with a disbelieving laugh. “What could he possibly do?”
“He’s mortal,” Veda points out.
“And imprisoned,” Circe adds.
“He said big things are coming,” Zora whispers, and my head whips her way. Her gaze is clouded, as if lost in a memory. “I went to see him not long ago, and he said he’d kill us all and that big things were on the horizon.” She focuses on Cato, who has become the de facto leader, mainly because he’s the most vocal. “He also has supporters in every dimension.”
Not just supporters. He has priests, fae, and demigods who were extremely loyal to him and his brand of ruling. The worst of the worst.
The vilest, most evil, and most power hungry.
“Perhaps you should check on Rune—”
I’m cut off with a sharp rebuke by Onyx. “Thank you for the information, Maddox. You are done here.”
My mouth snaps shut, and I turn to leave.
“Wait,” Zora says and trots down the steps. She’s dressed in leather again, all black and unforgiving.
She reaches me and then walks past, a silent indication she’d like some privacy. I walk with her a ways from the others, wondering what they think of her wanting a few words.
